I am talking to the shadows of wings once again.
Hiding within the hour Glass of times only friend
Sorrow tells of how I just couldn't fit in.
It wasn't supposed to be about me nor my rhyme
My words so often got lost in blankets of time
Maybe I was chasing that old dusty wind
The one that can close the throat of any sparkling gem
Maybe I placed all my sparkle forming 1 Harley Quinn
Finding that it was not for me but a different "when"
My war, was that I needed a new source to begin.
Can't I now move this mountain of no chill?
My chest holds treasures of divinity so real
a Treasure that raptures and turns others blinde
boasting of hopes that can cause a remind
Leaving it all in a word that can only attest
that The Spirit inside will be put to a test
I must not have claimed it for myself as of yet.
For I have restarted so many times I must regret.
So many years keep on going by
It's a nothing so vast and it's pushed me aside
I cannot contain a laughter for fears
Seems though now darling you will never appear
Well "hear ye" "hear ye" but here no more
will my say actually get heard in this morgue
Might find it seeking where no ears are displayed
Poking and prodding, and pulling away
It is I that now can finally leave I see.
Searching again for a cross to believe.
with dust on my feet that can not counter the cost
but for A song, a joke or a boastful little trot.
I'd say but then to find only cupid at Bay
Holding stars of arrows in this fortunate way.
well Fortunate soul It is I who did long to play.
©trumonroe
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